Ouachita River Hound

Those Leaving Memphis Blues

The Hell Hound in Winter

Morning Walk Report

When my monkey-person starts complaining about "wind chill," I start rubbing my paws together. Since my kind was designed to thrive during the Ice Age (Paradise Lost!), I have found the recent spate of sub-freezing temperatures to be invigorating. This morning was typical of the last few: lots of light scavenging, followed by bursts of imperious striding forth, followed by more sniffing and tracking. I love it.

In this weather, none of my walks fall short of receiving a "B" grade.

Hallie

Wading into Action